Finished Race

I posted this poem as a tribute to my uncle; Sonny Cathey. Written by Sonny Cathey. The legs grow weary before the pending race, though strong yet tired I must keep the pace. As I stare in wonder at the coach's gaze, his eyes tell me, finish this race. The passion to win does not outweigh, the passion to finish, to endure, to stay. Around each turn I know not what lies, for my eyes are not on that turn, my eyes are on the prize. The pace that I have set is not impossible to meet, for the race that I am running, is not with my feet. For my race is for the mastery of God's calling in my life, and he promised I will win If I endure to the end.